Craig opened his eyes and smiled. Nanine sat in the chair next to him holding his hand to her cheek and smiling at him. “How are you honey?” She asked quietly, tears in her eyes. She reached up and wiped them away, sniffing. “Oh – Nanine.” Craig squeezed her hand. … Read More
As Nanine drifted further and further away from him, Craig could do little about it. Each day, he felt more and more depressed about the loss of her affections. In Carsonville, there was little else to occupy his mind except for the autumn colors of red and yellow which lined … Read More
Her name was Mrs. Gibson, and as soon as I pulled into the driveway, her daughter Alecia ran out to the car and tugged on my arm. “She’s in such horrible pain! Hurry! Hurry!” I let her pull me into the house, which was filled with frightened people, all milling … Read More
The door to the Dirty Stirrup opened and Brent’s mother stepped out. “Call for you Jake,” she said. The music spilled out around her. “And for you too, Jessie. It’s long distance from England!” “Really?” Jessie sat up. “Come on, Jake!” She took his hand and pulled him into the … Read More
Brent’s lariat whistled through the air from behind and looped down over the man’s shoulders just above the elbows. Brent jerked him backward and pulled him off his feet. He wrapped the other end around his saddle horn and pulled on the reins. Chester backed up dragging the man over … Read More